Poor Jimmie developed a darned cyst, right on his left buttock. Talk about a pain in the ass, man did that term fit.
He did try to squeeze the thing, he could barely reach it. Of course all that accomplished was to make it worse, bigger and more sore, now he had to sit sideways on the john.
Embarrassed about it since Jimmie was only barely 21 and a little bit on the bashful side, it was also cutting into his love life. It was difficult enough to get laid, but between the thing hurting and making him miserable and his also being embarrassed that some girl might see that, it had now been several weeks.
He did manage to take a look at the thing, by taking the mirror off of the medicine cabinet and bending over to look between his legs he could see it.
Bright red, the size of a damned half dollar? If it would just surface, he could handle it himself but it was showing no signs at all of doing that.
Nothing to do but bite the bullet and go see the Doctor. That meant at least $250.00, which he had but barely and could afford only if he skipped hamburgers and fries for a month. With no insurance, he knew he would have to pay the bill, which is why he was putting off having it taken care of in the first place.
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"It's really busy, but we can get you in at 3 this afternoon with one of our physician's assistants." The receptionist told him after asking him for his concerns.
"I have a...uhhh...big pimple on my..err...my left buttock." He managed to tell the receptionist. She didn't say anything or snicker, which helped a little bit.
So Jimmie sat there in the waiting room, patiently waiting as he watched the clock reach 3:40, then finally at four an older woman came out and got him.
"I'm Marcie, Debbra will see you today. Go ahead and take off all of your lower clothing and put on this gown, you can leave your socks on." She gave him a big smile and left.
"Just great." Jimmie thought.
"Bad enough to have this problem, but now he would have to let some white haired old lady see his bare ass?"
But he undressed, sat on the edge of the paper covered table waiting patiently It was cold in the damn room, he was thinking maybe this was the new medical procedure, just freeze the clients and they would keep better? He was snickering to himself at the stupid joke he just came up with when the door opened.
There stood a young woman, she might be older than he was but if she was, it was barely. Slender, in fact she was wisp thin, sort of attractive in a way.
"Hi. I'm Kaylee, let's take a look at your problem." She said in a no nonsense manner.
Jimmie was wondering what happened to the one named Debra, but he said nothing, and dropped his slacks and underwear as soon as the woman left the little room.
She was back in just a few minutes, she tugged on a pair of clear latex gloves, then asked him to turn around and lean forward as she sat down on a little roller stool.
Blushing, Jimmie bent over the table. She pulled the gown partially aside, took a look. Then she tugged the gown back into place, mercifully covering his bare behind.
"I see. That appears painful, I will need to lance and drain it."
"I was thinking if someone could maybe give it a little squeeze...?" Jimmie asked.
"No, it's way too deep. I will be right back." She left with poor Jimmie standing there leaning over, barely covered by the silly gown. He wanted to reach back and hold the gown securely closed, but instead he just waited there, uncomfortably leaned over the exam table.
She was back in seconds, Jimmie looked over her shoulder and there stood Jill Marshall, who happened to be his next door neighbor lady!
Jimmie tried to stand up and hide, hell, he was bent over, and he knew damn good and well his junk was nearly hanging out in plain sight!
Shit! He saw the woman damn nearly every day, she seemed to come out to get her newspaper at about the same time Jimmie left for work. She was a nice looking woman, maybe in her early forties, and she always smiled and waved at him.
He saw her eyes open in surprise, then she quickly covered that and assumed a professional manner. All Jimmie could do was blush at the situation.
Bad enough that he had seen her many times, even lusted after her, but now here she was in the little room and he was nearly naked.
"Hello Jimmie." She said.
"You know each other?" The other slender woman asked.
"Yes, we live next door to each other." Mrs. Marshall said with a grin, Jimmie was looking over his shoulder and she had her eyes locked on his barely covered butt.
All he wanted to do was jump up and run, but he couldn't.
"Jill here is our on staff Dermatologist, I doubt this is anything more than a cyst but it's best to not take chances so I asked her to take a look." Kaylee told him, actually reaching out and patting his behind. At least she did that to the side that didn't hurt.
The next thing Jimmie knew, he was bent over again and Mrs. Marshall was touching him back there. She gave the thing a small squeeze, sending a stab of pain through him.
